After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 43 Why is it salty

Not long after returning to the dormitory, the people in the small kitchen quickly delivered iced soup and pastries.

Caiqiu was puzzled, why did His Highness bring Mr. Song back to the bedroom after only walking away for a while?
She curled her lips and divided the pastry and soup into two portions, one of which was placed where Song Huai was sitting.

She would not give His Highness the chance to eat with this person.

Looking at the exquisite soup and cakes in front of him, Song Huai thought of the meals that would be delivered to him every day, and thought: It really is a coincidence.

Shen Qianzhao changed his clothes and came out to sit down. Seeing the soup on the desk, he frowned and wanted to say something, but when he caught Song Huai's gaze, he didn't say anything.

"Master Song, drink some soup to cool off the heat."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward." Song Huai, who wanted to discuss with Shen Qianzhao, did not leave in a hurry. He picked up the cold soup on the desk, and the cold feeling spread through the bowl wall to his fingertips, which was very comfortable. .

Holding the spoon in his hand, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to his mouth. He opened his lips and took a sip. The soup was cool and passed through his throat, but it was quite different from what he usually drank.

Song Huai was slightly taken aback, holding the spoon in mid-air.
Salty.

Shen Qianzhao, who also took a sip of the soup, was also taken aback. She subconsciously looked at Song Huai.

When the two eyes collided, Shen Qianzhao frowned slightly, then retracted his gaze calmly, looked at Caiqiu, and asked in a low voice, "Why is it salty?"

Caiqiu was inexplicable, "Don't you not eat sweets?"

Isn't the one sent to Yongle Hall salty?
Shen Qianzhao: "." In other words, the bowl Song Huai is holding is also salty.

I am used to sweet soup and salty soup, the taste was a little strange for a while, Song Huai kept silent, one spoonful after another, after a while, the bottom of a bowl of soup was seen.

He reached out to pick up a piece of pastry, opened his lips and took a bite, and the faint salty aroma permeated the taste buds.

Still salty.

This kind of pastry is usually made sweet, but this is the first time that it is salty.

Although he is not used to it, he has never been picky.

However, there is a lingering doubt in my heart.

After eating the soup, Caiqiu took the things away with someone, and Song Huaicai said, "Your Highness has learned today, and it has been a while. You can choose a suitable weapon and start learning some moves."

Shen Qianzhao raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Huai, rested his elbows on the desk, and gently supported his chin with one hand, "What kind of weapon does Master Song think I am suitable for?"

The same conversation happened in my previous life.

Shen Qianzhao wondered if Song Huai in this life would say exactly the same things as in his previous life.

Song Huai looked at Shen Qianzhao, and the weapons in her hand mainly depended on whether she liked them, "The ones in the training ground are fine, as long as His Highness likes them."

As he was talking, the scene of a small body chopping a big knife with a cold light suddenly flashed through his mind, the corner of his forehead jumped, and before Shen Qianzhao could answer, he added, "Except for the knife."

Shen Qianzhao blinked, she didn't say to use a knife.

After thinking about it, since I want to learn, I must choose something that she is not good at. After some practice, after thinking about it, I immediately decided, "Let's just use the whip. I saw that many women in Beijing use whips." .”

Hearing this, Song Huai nodded, "The whip is excellent." Suitable for women.

But for some reason, what flashed through his mind was the image of this woman holding a long sword in front of him with a heroic figure.
Those white and slender hands seemed to hold a long sword, which would be more suitable.

(End of this chapter)